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—Heartbeats fast colors and promises, how to be brave, How can I love when i'm afraid to fall but watching you stand alone, All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow one step closer, I have died everyday waiting for you, Darling don't be afraid I...

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Heartbeats fast colors and promises, how to be brave, How can I love when i'm afraid to fall but watching you stand alone, All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow one step closer, I have died everyday waiting for you, Darling don't be afraid I hace loved you For a Thousand Years, I love you for a thousand more...

El nerviosismo me carcomía, estaba cantando Thousand Years de Christina Perri no era una canción difícil o compleja, al contrario, es muy sencilla, pero el hecho de que el mismo hombre que me tope en los sanitarios me mire tan intensamente me ponía los pelos de punta, cerré mis ojos y deje que la melodía me guiase, amo tocar el piano y cantar, ¡es lo mejor del mundo!

—Every Breath, every hours has come to this one step closer, I hace died everyday waiting for you Darling don't be afraid I have loved you, for a Thousand Years I love you for a thousand more and all along I believed i would find you, Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousad years, I love you for a thousand more.
One step closer.
One step closer.
I hace died everyday waiting for you Darling don't be afraid I have loved you For a Thousand years, I love you for a thousand more. And all along I believed I would find you, time has brought your heart to me. I have loved you for a Thousand years, I love you for a thousand more....

Abrí mis ojos, mis manos se posicionaron a mis costados y la gente empezó a aplaudir.
Eché mis gafas para atrás y sonreí.
[...]
—Lo has hecho bien debo reconocer,—empezó a hablar aquel hombre de mirada intensa y peculiar —pero, no puedo dar a conocer su academia.
—¿Qué?—dije yo, mis ojos empezaban a llenarse de agua, ¿cómo que no puede?

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